Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 787 118. The layout! The pattern must be opened.

The "Homecoming Celebration" in Mechagon City had been noisy all night, and Braike had spent the night studying in the quiet Rustbolt, and so had the noisy gunfire in the compound in Bondo.

In the early morning of the next day, Bu Laike, who had slept for three or four hours, walked out of his room full of energy. While breathing heavily against the rising sun, he saw the black smoke rising from the courtyard.

It seemed that something was set on fire.

It smells very bad.

The black smoke soared straight up, almost staining the entire optically shielded sky black, and it was highly polluted at first glance.

"It's oily!"

Bu Laike complained in a low voice, then turned his head and opened a bottle of wine to rinse his mouth, while walking briskly towards the shore.

In one of the gentlest bays on the Flashweaver Coast, the Naglfar is docked there.

There was an opening on the deck of the ghost ship, and a big golden robot was busy there. It used the cutting saw on its arm to cut the hole on the deck larger, and a group of sea knights were carrying it in the sparks. Some mechanical stuff.

The responsible chief mate, Long Seifer, was still monitoring, and curiously poked his head around to see.

If you don't consider the painting style, the scene in front of you is very similar to the "surgery" on the Nagfar, and of course the patient's consent can only be performed.

If they were cut without the permission of the spirit of the ghost ship, the Naglfar would definitely give them a good look.

"Yo, how's the progress?"

Bu Laike stood on the shore and shouted, and Sefiel walked to the side of the boat and responded loudly:

"Just after putting the main body of the mechanical thing in, Pascal said that the 'flesh purification device' assembled by those dwarves had some structural problems, and he fine-tuned it last night.

Now it only needs to be placed in the weapon bay of the cabin on the second floor, and an additional lifting platform should be built on the second floor to accommodate two aircraft units.

In addition, when will the high-energy charging pile for charging it be delivered? Pascal told me that without that thing charging, our powerful weapon can't be used.

It is not loaded with shells. "

"Trixie's 'handling' over there."

Bu Laike pointed to the black smoke rising behind him, and said:

"It needs to be disassembled over there, and it may take a while to deliver it. Hey, Second Officer Pascal, how long does it take to reassemble the charging pile?"

Hearing the captain call his name, this is the engineering miracle of Mechagon Island, which has just belonged to the Immortal Fleet. The big robot Pascal K1N6, which is called "the wishing machine" by the dwarves, did not stop the work at hand that required precision maintenance.

The beam of light on its face jumped, and it replied in a very gentle voice:

"Estimated work completion time is 12-16 hours, which could be extended to 20 hours if weapons testing is included.

Pascal suggested that Captain Bu Laike prepare enough high-energy batteries in advance, so that when the charging pile is not used for combat, its discharge efficiency can be maximized.

Pascal detected that many parts of the ghost ship Nagfar's hull could be upgraded mechanized. Pascal communicated with the ship spirit to no avail, and Pascal applied to the captain for permission to modify it. "

"Uh, you should publish a report on the feasibility of the transformation."

Bu Laike shrugged, and said to the big robot with an extremely perfect thinking circuit:

"It's not easy to convince the boat spirit, she can think, she's as smart as you, but she's still learning to get along with us, so you have to tell her how this transformation is good for her.

You have to be patient and treat her like a child. "

"Command accepted."

Pascal's body made the sound of the engine running, and it said:

"Change the ship spirit communication system to the 'baby care' mode."

"The baby-care model is a little too much."

Bu Laike pouted and said:

"Do you have a way to get along with rebellious girls? That might be more appropriate."

"Thank you for your precise advice, Captain."

Pascal replied very gently, the engine in its body hummed again, and then said like a report:

"According to the information I collected on Mechagon Island, girls in the rebellious period are always in trouble, so the communication system with the ship spirit has been changed, and it is currently the 'savior' mode."

"That's right, keep it like this."

Laike snapped his fingers, very satisfied with the "high IQ" of his robot. He looked at the golden robot Pascal busy on the deck with relief, thinking that he had finally found the "boatman" on this ghost ship.

Next, you only need to find another cook, and maybe you can set sail to find the treasure of One Piece.

"Awesome."

The pirate laughed cheerfully, and when he heard the drone of the aircraft, he looked back. The rusty Rustbolt Resist aircraft was wobbling on the grass outside Rustbolt Town.

Prince Erazmin and a few mechagnome engineers jumped from above, and they repainted the craft with Mechagon's machines.

Not only did the rust removal treatment, but also sprayed the aircraft with a sea blue paint, and painted the combination logo of the undead fleet's crow, skull and dagger on the surface.

Look at it looks very beautiful, at least in line with Bo Laike's aesthetic.

"The weapon system of the Rustbolt Resistor has been rechecked. According to your request, we have enhanced its bomb load, added an aerial combat module to it, and several small cannons."

Prince Erazmin pushed himself into the air with the thrusters on his feet, and landed precisely beside Bu Laike. He introduced the modified aircraft to the pirates, saying:

"I transplanted the energy system of my father's air unit into this Resistor, which greatly increased its endurance. But after doing so many modifications, it slowed down a bit.

But it is more than enough to deal with those slow gyroplanes.

The semi-finished aircraft you captured from Bando, as well as my father's air unit, were badly damaged, requiring Mechagon's specialist equipment for mechanical replacement.

I've put this program at the top of the process tree.

But my city is in dire straits, so it will take at least two months for them to be repaired. "

"It's okay, I can afford to wait."

The eyeballs on Bu Laike's shoulders swiveled, admiring the blue aircraft suspended on the lawn in front of him, and he said in a satisfied tone:

"Anyway, there won't be any big wars in the last two months. I know that you are repairing slowly, and you work slowly and meticulously. I will place another order when your aircraft production line restarts in the future.

In view of our good relationship, you must give me a discount. "

"Haha, of course, my dear Savior of Mechagon."

The Mechanic Prince made the dwarf's iconic clucking sound. He glanced at the Pascal robot busy on the deck of the Nagfar, and said in a nostalgic tone:

"Pascal K1N6 was sent to serve as a droid pirate on your ship, much to the grief of its creator, our Master Mechanic Lord Pascal himself, the finest of Mechagon.

He hated the prototype he built.

But fortunately, we cracked the encryption of the big database and found the blueprint left by my father in it. Maybe when you come over next time, you will be able to see an improved Pascal.

It was only after reading the drawings that I realized that Pascal's design concept actually came from some strange creations in the city of Titans, which are mechanical miracles that my father had seen long ago. "

"I actually recognized who it was imitating at a glance."

Bu Laike shrugged and whispered to the Mechanical Prince:

"If I have the opportunity to go there in the future, I will definitely take you with me. Go visit the place where your father fought, and help me solve some troubles that require extremely high engineering knowledge.

I mean, you must be very interested in the "ancestor travel" in the city of Titans, right? "

"I will definitely go to the appointment!"

Prince Erazmin said something firmly, then he sighed and said:

"But my city has been damaged too badly, and I don't know how long it will take to restore it to its former glory. After experiencing my father's perverse actions, we have too little manpower available."

"Aren't there your compatriots?

Your compatriots in Gnomeregan, although they seem backward to you and stubbornly unwilling to accept the idea of ​​mechanical transformation, you are of the same race after all. "

Bu Laike raised his eyebrows, took a few steps forward, and sat on a rock. He played with the flagon in his hand and said to the mechanical prince:

"You see, when you are transforming yourself, you can obviously replace a more powerful machine, but you still stubbornly keep yourself in the form of a dwarf.

It's fine for one or two people to do this, but the problem is that none of the mechanical gnomes I've seen, including your crazy father, have given up their gnome appearance, which shows that you have no intention of breaking away from the gnome race.

You can actually ask them for help, and there's no shame in that.

I believe that opening up a little bit of Mechagon's technology to them will attract enough smaller gnomes to contribute to the rebuilding of Mechagon. "

The prince was silent and did not answer. Bu Laike looked around, then lowered his voice and said:

"Also, the mechanical gnome has lost the ability to reproduce after undergoing self-transformation, right? You can't really 'create' offspring in the laboratory.

Although the replacement of organs and bodies can make you immune to the invasion of time, if you can make up your mind to carry out the whole body transformation like your father did, you can basically call yourself 'eternal life'.

But the lack of numbers has always been a big problem that plagues racial civilization.

Since there is no way to reproduce by yourself, you can only find a way to continue civilization from the outside. So whether you want to or not, you have to go to Gnomeregan.

Whether it's persuasion, missionary work, or even coaxing and fraud, you always have to add some "fresh blood" to the fading civilizations of Mechagon and mechanical gnomes.

You're a ruler, don't you tell me, you never thought about it?

Then you are very incompetent. "

"I thought about it. In fact, when my father was still rational, he would also talk to me about this matter."

Prince Erazmin seemed to be discussing taboo.

In a very low voice, he said:

"Father thinks that only dwarves with qualified intelligence and creativity are eligible to enter Mechagon, but I think that is a stupid 'blood theory'.

I think that as long as they are gnomes, they have the right to accept mechanical transformation. As long as they are willing, as long as they apply, Mechagon welcomes every compatriot who is willing to join us. "

"No no no."

When Bu Laike heard this, he shook his head and said:

"Your Highness, you still can't let go of this pattern! Since you are willing to accept all dwarfs into Mechagon, why are you limited to dwarfs?

There are too many people in this world who are dying and are afraid of death.

Due to various reasons, there are too many people who cannot enjoy life healthily.

There are many people in all races who long for a body that can carry the power to pursue their dreams.

Now that there are mechanical gnomes, why can't there be mechanical humans? Can't have mechanical dwarves? Or even a mechanical sprite? Your technology can do this, but you have never thought about it.

Do you know what the technology in your hands means?

Eternal life!

We are talking about eternal life!

Even if the noble casters want to escape from life and death, they have to risk everything to perform the Lich Transformation Ceremony, only then can they set foot in eternity.

But for you, this process is nothing more than lying on a mechanical operating table and undergoing an operation. "

Speaking of this, Bu Laike took out the dwarf pipe, took a deep breath, and said to Prince Erazmin who was standing in front of him in a daze:

"You have never realized it, but the key to ruling the world or destroying it is in your hands. I really appreciate your father's plan to return to the origin, but I am very disappointed in the strategy he adopted.

He chose the worst path to realize his dream of 'purifying the world', but he could have had a better choice.

do you understand me?

As long as you "resurrect" a person who should have died in another form in front of those people in any human city, my compatriots who are ignorant enough will regard you as mechanical gods.

Death is the end of life and all good and evil. It is a mighty power that everyone is equal to, enough to make kings bow down, kingdoms topple, enough to make everything wither and the world die.

Because of this, that which is opposite to death naturally possesses the same great power.

All beings will fanatically give everything for you, just for a chance to escape death.

For this opportunity, they will even have the courage to cleanse the entire world of your will. You can start wars, you can end wars, you can rule, and you can destroy.

Knowledge!

Your Highness, knowledge is power!

And what you hold in your hands is a force that can change the world. Even a stinky pirate like me would fear such power, so I'll tell you"

Bu Laike reached out and patted Prince Erazmin on the shoulder, saying:

"Beautiful tomorrow and future? Or the catastrophe that will come at any time? All these choices are in your hands. Your father's great cause has failed, but you still have a second chance.

Use it sparingly.

Or hide in the shadows and never share the forbidden secret against death.

Once you make death unhappy, it will punish you. "

(end of this chapter)